The story of a good old guy He was small and he was hungry He had no many words to say He came in from off the corner Where some man told him to stay His head hung down, his eyes was drifting But they saw everything so clear He was cool and he didn't have nothing Never showed a sign of fear He didn't talk to very many He mostly kept to himself He was shy and pretty funny Stayed a while and then he left A few days past was when I saw him He'd nod to me and I would smile I think he asked me Whoa, mike, what's happening? And I said, sit down and talk a while Well he sat down and stated rapping Everything he said, every word was true He told of people and the madness Of the fools and the things they do He said, some men have lived And they learn through livin' Some men have learned by seeing true You can not judge by what they're saying It's real clear by what they do Well, he got on up, said he felt silly Said he'd been talkin' just a little too long He did not know his own self truly Said his right could be my wrong I didn't see him till a way way later It was all different but he'd not changed He was small and he looked hungry I was tired and it's all so strange